1 The sky is green and cold in our windows to the east.
2 This room has no windows and it is empty save for an iron post.
3 We seized our box, we shoved them aside, and we ran to the window.
4 We brought water from the stream which runs among the trees under our windows.
5 We saw nothing as we entered, save the sky in the great windows, blue and glowing.
6 Then we lit a candle, and we brought paper from the room of the manuscripts, and we sat by the window, for we knew that we could not sleep tonight.
7 We pulled the heavy curtains from the windows and we saw that the rooms were small, and we thought that not more than twelve men could have lived here.
8 There was more window than wall upon its walls, and the windows went on straight around the corners, though how this kept the house standing we could not guess.
9 There was more window than wall upon its walls, and the windows went on straight around the corners, though how this kept the house standing we could not guess.
10 And there, before us, on a broad summit, with the mountains rising behind it, stood a house such as we had never seen, and the white fire came from the sun on the glass of its windows.
11 All the great modern inventions come from the Home of the Scholars, such as the newest one, which was found only a hundred years ago, of how to make candles from wax and string; also, how to make glass, which is put in our windows to protect us from the rain.